Two miles from the hotel, eight hundred from home We're forced to call on all we know But all we know's a joke The van just started shaking, coughing out black smoke We're pulling off in a parking lot cause this might just explode Cause it's New Year's Eve and four degrees We're stranded, hopeless I just want some sleep Drew's too busy sexting with some girl he met last show Tripping balls from the soft effects of a Nyquil overdose Nobody's been asking how we're gonna get home Cause we all know We'll deal with it tomorrow Yeah, we know
It's gonna be our year, boys I'd speak up But I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me And we'll wait and see With some luck and patching up I think I'll be home this week
We'll deal with it our own way And we'll stay, and we'll wait, And we'll wake in this awkward mess we made A landscape forged from pizza crust And what's left of a case We'll make friends in every state Like the cops in the parking lot Or staff of Steak'N'Shake
It's gonna be our year, boys I'd speak up But I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me And we'll wait and see With some luck and patching up I think I'll be home this week
But I'm too tired to speak I'll say, "Hey man, I'll see you in Cleveland"
Someone go tell the universe we're not concerned We know that it's out to get us But we'll never learn So if you're thinking you just got the best of me Man, we don't go down that easy
It's gonna be our year, boys I'd speak up But I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me And we'll wait and see With some luck and patching up I think I'll be home this week
